The Watcher

Between two buildings at my work there is a path. It isn't covered. There is a sheltered garden to either side of the path. In the garden, near the doors to the buildings there is a lamp post. On the top of the lamp post sat a raven.

As I walked from one building to the other, I noticed the raven. He noticed me. I stopped to look at him. He casually watched me. I was only about a meter from his perch, yet he sat, undisturbed.

I continued to my destination door, still watching the watcher intently. I collided with a post. I should watch where I'm going.